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Post by ROCHELLE NOEMI BLANC on May 11, 2011 3:14:54 GMT
Rochelle had been in the library, trying to decifer the books so she could complete her homework assignment. The girl had tried to get her school books in French, but was only able to get them in English.
After three hours or slow translating she gave up and decided it was time to go relax in the commonroom... if she could get in. The Fat Lady had a difficult time understanding her sometimes and wouldn't let her in.
Tonight though, Rochelle was lost. The staircases had changed on her and she'd gotten lost, not remebering how to get back to the commonroom. She was pacing a corridor between the mythology classroom and the a boy's bathroom.
So far she was keeping it together but if someone didn't come by soon and tell her directions she was going to loose it!
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Post by BENJI MONROE JENNINGS on May 11, 2011 3:36:00 GMT
Benji had been outside with the guys and now was heading up to towards the commonroom. He was going to go and work on his essays and such. As Much as he loved hanging out with the rest of the Lost Boys, he wanted to catch up on his essays, so he wouldn't be behind when Full Moon comes around. Benji hated when he gets behind around that time of the month.
But now he was on the fifth floor, and someone came into view. He smiled lightly at who it was... it was Rochelle... Jerad's fiancee. Now he had no beef with her at all. He just hoped that if she and Jerad do end up going through with it... that they grow to love each other because he would hate to have one of his best friends stuck in a loveless marriage.
"Oh hello Rochelle. Are you lost?" said Benji curiously. He was offering her help if she needed it.
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Post by ROCHELLE NOEMI BLANC on May 11, 2011 5:10:52 GMT
Rochelle looked up to see one of her fiance's friends. Benji if she remembered correctly. She gave him a nervous smile. "Bonjour Benji." Rochelle understood his question. It was a simple one. She walked over to him and kissed each cheek, as was customary in French custom.
"I am lost." She looked around. "I was... going to the tower, but... tzhe staircase moved." She sighed. "And I do not understand all the passageways yet." She meant that she didn't know her way around completely.
Maybe he was headed in the same direction? "Could you... direct my way... if you are not busy?"
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Post by BENJI MONROE JENNINGS on May 11, 2011 17:40:04 GMT
Benji chuckled softly and said, "it's understandable that you would get lost... even people who been here for many years get lost... because of the moving staircases." He understood what she meant. He could imagine how frustrating it would get for someone new trying to find their way around.
"i could escort you to the tower, since i am going there anyways to work on my essays. Spending too much time with the guys isn't the best thing because i get so behind" He sighed gently.
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Post by ROCHELLE NOEMI BLANC on May 11, 2011 23:49:50 GMT
Rochelle sighed. At least she wasn't the only one getting lost around here. And was happy that he understood her. Maybe she was getting better at English than she thought she was. Until she was sure though she'd still just being using sign language to speak with her fiance.
"Really?" She smiled. Merci!" She tilted her head. "I could help wizh the essays... some," Rochelle offered. "Before I was lost I was in the library writing my own." She hadn't finished hers because of her headache and such, but maybe in helping him with his she could finish her own, he could help her translate her thoughts into English since it seemed he understood her more than others.
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Post by BENJI MONROE JENNINGS on May 13, 2011 17:57:05 GMT
Benji nodded silently."yeah, and you're welcome. I understand how confusing this place gets." he chuckled softly and it sounded slightly wolfish. Benji really didn't laugh or chuckle as much as his other friends because his laughs and chuckles sound quite wolfish, and hence gives away what he was, if people paid close attention. "No thanks, I'm good on the essays... I am just slow at writing it down, since i am a bit of a procrastinator with essays... " He shrugged lightly. "but i always get it done eventually."
He gave her a smile and asked,"how was your essays going? do you need any help? I could help, with translations, since my folks and i were close to some werewolves who lived in France." He didn't know if that gave away anything about his family. But he did know some french, more than most of the guys.
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Post by ROCHELLE NOEMI BLANC on May 13, 2011 18:16:36 GMT
"Oh." Well, at least she was trying to return the favor and be a good friend to one of her fiance's best friends. She shook her head at his counter offer to help her with her essays.
"I am almost done with mine. But thank you." Not exactly true, but she didn't want to be more of a bother than she already seemed to be. His laugh made her smile. Sure, it sounded... different, but that's what made it special.
Rochelle sighed. "What I need help with is Jheradd." She ran a hand through her curly locks of hair. She needed him to get around to liking her. She was almost desperate for it. "I think I'm not his type... but I could be if I knew what his type was."
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Post by BENJI MONROE JENNINGS on May 13, 2011 19:06:35 GMT
Benji smiled softly and said, "oh ok." then he sighed gently when she mentioned that she needed help with Jerad. He thought about it, what was Jerad's type. "he's an easy one... his type is girls who aren't afraid to be who they really are. Those who embrace themselves... " Benji knew Jerad had a crush on Zara... but he knew that Jerad couldn't do much with her.
"my best advice is... just be yourself. and just give him time... he may grow to fall for you." said Benji simply. that was all he could say, He wasn't going to say be someone else... because it wouldn't be a good thing to do.
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Post by ROCHELLE NOEMI BLANC on May 13, 2011 19:15:24 GMT
Rochelle pouted. His advice, though would be helpful for anyone else, was of no use to her. She was being herself. And herself was Jerad's fiance. That was it. "I worry being myself may push him further away." Because all she wanted to do was to make him happy. It's what she was bred for. But he wasn't ready.
"I don't even know if I know who I am." Like really. She knew things she liked and didn't like... but there was nothing that really defined her. She'd never really been allowed that at home. Jerad was what defined her.
The girl's hair as if on it's own changed from the natural brown to a deep shade of purple.
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